We've noticed a disturbing trend. (Whaddya expect, this is Los Angeles.) Many mornings there's a Just Another Blog™ editorial meeting at the Starbucks near our outdoor house, the park. And virtually every morning, LAPD officers come in. And they don't get plain old "drip" coffee. (That's what we get, 'cause the editorial staff here is all-man, all the time.) Whatever it is, they get something that they have to wait for, which must involve "half-caf," soy milk, a "shot" of something sweet, or some phonus bolonus Italian phrase. Sometimes the officers get a bit o' pastry, & you can be sure it's not a dough nut w/ sprinkles. For the sake of all that's decent, oinkers, there's a Winchell's Donut House across the street & a block east! Get back to where you once belonged!! Latte drinking cops! For crying out loud!P. S.: What the fuck is a latte, anyway? Something to do w/ milk, we guess.
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